Fashion Sakala is getting the headlines tonight for derisively referring to Celtic as “the other mob.”
The press thinks this is hysterical.
The Record thinks that this remark “cranks up Cup Final heat”.
All it does is panders to a section of the Ibrox support which certainly doesn’t need anyone cranking them up. They don’t need the least encouragement for that.
“The other mob.” It’s a blogger’s phrase.
I know, because I’ve used it to describe them.
But I’m not a professional working at Celtic, someone who isn’t supposed to act that way, someone who doesn’t have a responsibility to treat the opposition with a modicum of respect, even if you don’t feel it.
Sakala isn’t from here.
He has no idea what the background or the history to this kind of stuff is, and that makes it the witless act of a player immersed in a culture he only half comprehends, and one that he would be better off well clear of.
He’s been at Ibrox just long enough to be sucked into the envy and hatred that swirls through that building … since we know these ideas don’t just pop into your own head you have to wonder who it is inside Ibrox who inspired him to such a gross act of disrespect.
Someone put him up to that, or encouraged it, someone senior enough in the squad or the dressing room or on the coaching staff that he listened to them.
Yet I don’t want to let him off with it.
The suggestion might have been the act of a genuine insider with a genuine insiders hatred but people are not sheep, although many act as if they are.
He has a mind of his own, and if he doesn’t grasp that he’s actually acted here in a grossly unprofessional manner then he really is too stupid to save himself from going further down the rabbit hole and if he’s caught in that vortex good luck trying to get out of it, now or ever.
He’ll be up to his knees in fenian blood before he knows it.
Honestly, that is a crass, nasty, spiteful club that he’s at where someone put an idea like that in his head. They lack any modicum of class, any modicum of good grace.
They are an undignified, shameless lot and it will be a pleasure to see us whip them come Sunday.